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“Get out!” I shriek, trying to stay focused. I grapple with the curtain to use as a cover up, but he immediately denies me of that luxury. He reaches out, pulling my arms away from my body. I struggle slightly, my tired body no longer willing to fight against my mind.
“What the fuck are these?” He grits, stepping into the shower with me, pinning my arms over my head while my back presses into the cold tile. No words form in my mind. I’m too damn shocked by his proximity, and the fact that he stepped into the damn shower fully dressed.
The warm water splatters around us, his body getting soaked. He wants an answer, but it’s one I can’t give him. Not yet, anyway. Not when I know he can run.
I avoid his eyes, looking at his wet shirt and watching his abs ripple with every struggle I give. Effortlessly, he holds my arms up and away, inspecting my naked body with intent. Heat creeps up and over my breasts, straight onto my neck.
“I can’t tell you,” I mutter. Gathering the courage, I meet his gaze. There’s lust, but there’s also concern. Fear. It’s a look I’m not familiar with nor am I comfortable with. Unable to see that shit, I go back to admiring his abs. That’s something I’m more than okay with.
“Blaine,” he whispers, letting one arm go to grab my chin. He drags my face back up, forcing me to meet his eyes. The way his depths flicker between mine causes an involuntary shiver to race straight to my crotch.
This man may just be the death of me.
Chapter Seventeen
Leather
Ican’t breathe. My lungs are seizing as this man devours me with his eyes.
“You don’t have to hide from me,” he mutters, his eyes dropping to my mouth as his thumb drags over my bottom lip. “I won’t let you hide from me anymore.” The air can’t seem to enter my body, caught in my throat as this man I have only ogled from afar claims me in his own right.
“I’m not ready,” I whisper, wanting nothing more than to jerk my face from his hand and slam the door between us. Something. Anything to get a barrier back over my heart. His eyes glisten as he quirks an eyebrow, barely letting it move from its rightful place.
“If that’s the case, then you’ll never be ready.” He doesn’t give me a spare second to move before he’s on me, lips smacking onto mine in a rush. My hands fly between us, my fingers digging into his shirt as he pulls me close, his body finally drenched as he commands my mouth. In an instant, I meld to him, eyes fluttering shut with desire. His warm heat pouring into my body as the water slaps us both. Dominance is fought between us, one that I am debating on letting him win.
It’s like those stupid fairy tales that talk of sparks flying, butterflies in your stomach, the whole nine yards. Except, this is more. This is more than anything I would have imagined. It’s like a ton of motorcycles revving inside my stomach, my exhaust dripping with need. I can’t compare it to Prez by any means, but it’s almost equally aggressive, possessive, and hot.
An involuntary whimper escapes me as he bites my bottom lip, pulling away from me and letting it drag between his teeth before it pops back into place. The carnal desire that sweeps low into my stomach, the wetness of the hot shower mixed with the arousal dripping out of me pushes me past any point of solid thinking.
This man is all consuming, his hard body tucking me into his as he takes me. My brain misfires as I try to fight for air, fight for any form of coherence before he moves away from my lips. Dipping his head and panting against my neck, he bites, licks and sucks on the sensitive skin. My legs shake as he goes further down, right above…
“Wait,” I pant, pushing him back slightly. “Wait.” He straightens to his full height, his eyes controlling his every emotion as he looks at me. Looks through me.
“There’s no more waiting. You’ve had time to control your demons, Blaine. The chains around mine are breaking, and I can’t hold them back much longer.” His voice is deep, heavy, and thick with desire. The thread of need snaps in an instant, my doubts washing away as his strong, calloused hands grope my body with bruising pressure, kneading on my ass like he simply can’t get enough. We can’t get enough of one another.
“It’s not that simple,” I reason, tilting my head back into the stream of hot water. A literal growl leaves his throat as he ravishes the sensitive skin.
“Make it that simple.” His mouth captures mine in another searing kiss, the air failing to replenish my lungs. The way he molds his lips over mine, fighting his tongue with mine, my knees threaten to give out. Muttering one word, my legs lock around his waist, back slamming into the cheap motel tile wall.
“I want to devour you until my lungs give out,” he grunts, shifting my hips slightly and pushing his covered crotch against my bare one. The heavy denim pushing apart my lower lips, a rough sort of chafe edged between a sense of bliss and a pinch of irritation.
“Please,” I stutter, grinding my hips into his wet jean clad erection. It’s odd, the fact that I would never seen him as more than a friend, then suddenly I want nothing more than to rip his clothes off, lick his abs, and let him fuck me into oblivion.
While I’m not one into monogamy, I want him to fuck me hard and fast, cum into me so hard he sees fucking stars behind his eyelids. I want his hand around my throat, squeezing so hard my face flushes hot and I struggle to breathe. I want to fucking tease him, edge him until he’s begging to cum inside of me. Fuck a baby into me…
“Fuck,” I whimper roughly when he suddenly drops my legs, taking a step back. I reach for him, but he grabs my wrists and spins me around. Another deep growl reverberates off the walls. I can’t help the flinch in my body as he lightly drags his fingers over my back. Thanks to the tattoos, they are hard to see, but my back is shredded from whips and chains. An abusive dominant who took advantage of my submissiveness.
“These are beautiful,” he mutters, coming up closely behind me and kissing my neck. I attempt to push back on the iron-rod in his jeans, but he denied me, shoving my hips forward. One slow, long lick is met from the base of my neck to my ear.
“Finish your shower, because I’m going to get you even fucking dirtier.”
Chapter Eighteen
Knuckles
Walking away from her has to be the hardest fucking thing I have done in a long time. To say I wanted nothing more than to undo my pants far enough to pop my dick out and bury myself deep enough to hit her stomach, is an understatement.
I shove myself out of the shower before I can convince myself to do just that, almost eating shit on the wet floor and my sopping clothes. It takes a fucking year to peel myself out of my pants and shirt, finally hanging them on the cheap rack.
